I keep forgetting how young I look with short hair. The big cheeks don’t help.
Went to a bluegrass concert tonight.
People kept giving me weird looks at it. I didn’t have anything written on my forehead or a weird bruise, so I’m just going to go with the theory that it’s the face they make when they realize how dead sexy I am.
Got a weird call at work tonight.
Me: Hello, how can I help you.
Woman, whispering hoarsely: Are the bottoms of your feet ticklish?
Me: I’m sorry?
Woman, slightly louder: Are the bottoms of your feet ticklish?
Me: Not particularly.
Woman, matter-of-factly: Yes they are. *click*
My jimmies were immensely rustled.
“Maybe it has something to do with spending Cinco de Mayo doing laundry and watching cartoons.” -My friend on me being single. In my defense, it was Legend of Korra
I feel like I’m ready to love again. That probably doesn’t mean much to you all, but I feel like I should tell some people who don’t view relationships as the talky bits between sex.
I feel like baking cookies. But while listening to “Watch the Throne” and drinking a beer and throwing a football to no one in particular. Some fucking manly baking.
My friend is having problems with his ex and I wish I could be of more help, except I realized I was somebody’s bad ex for a while. Not the kind of thing I’d like to admit, but I think it’s time that I admit it to myself and try to be a better person next time.
Hey other person in the room.
Did you notice my total lack of any sort of response to anything you said? Of course you didn’t, you love to hear yourself talk; about fantasy football, about your computer problems, about women you’ll never meet. I don’t hate you, I just don’t want to have any kind of human interaction right now. Maybe later, but for now please take a hint.